Chapter 395: The Shadow Power is Completely Restrained

Herky Stone came on this trip to show off.

Rewriting the history of the continent, especially the history of the most important period of the Dragon War, is a feat like an earthquake for all historians.

Herky Stone had expected to receive praise, but the members of the Mourning Poets Society showed little interest.

It's not their fault. Aige's age is almost as old as the history from the Dragon War to the present. Gareth and Canggu are a little younger, but when they read this history book, they also felt that it was just someone else's diary, and a diary that was not written very well.

To the immortal souls, history is their own personal experience, and the part written by Herky Stone is a newspaper report of a period of their life, nothing more.

The only one who knew the value of this history book was the greedy and shameless lich, but he was not shocked by his own achievements. Instead, he showed a hyena-like face and tried to snatch the glory that belonged to him.

Damn it, this damn lich.

Heki Stone drank a mouthful of Githyanki blood. The blood was a little fishy, ​​but the taste was a little special, which made him unable to help but taste it a few more times.

But dragon blood still tastes better. This kind of blood full of magic is the favorite of vampires.

But the dragon clan is finished, they have been packaged and sold by this lich. The dragon clan is also miserable, they are obviously full of treasures, and the weeds grown from dragon feces are worth hundreds of gold coins, but they have no sales channels.

The dragon materials were piled up, but they couldn't be sold. Before, Gareth was able to save some private money thanks to the help of the Mourning Poetry Society.

Now that the lich has a monopoly, he will definitely sell the dragon blood at a sky-high price.

Heki Stone couldn't stand the smug look on the lich's face as he discussed with the Bone Dragon Lady about cutting the dragons into pieces and selling them, so he came to the shore alone with an umbrella to look at the sea and take a breath.

Vampires are afraid of sunlight and will almost die if they touch it, but Herky Stone applied a thick layer of sunscreen on himself, wore sunglasses and held an umbrella, and the island had a shielding illusion effect... In short, he could see the sea.

Not being able to bask in the sun is the price to pay for retaining emotions and various feelings. Herky Stone feels it is worth it. At least unlike a lich, he doesn't have to stick to the same thing every day. Dwarf vampires can have many hobbies and can always enjoy themselves.

"Humph, you are so greedy for money. You can just live with gold coins every day, while I can change my hobbies every day."

Herky Stone threw a stone into the sea in envy, and the stone flew far over the sea like a crossbow.

Hecky Stone watched the stone fly away, as if he was throwing away all the depression in his heart.

But just as the stone passed over a wave, Herky Stone suddenly stood up.

Although he looked about the same height when crouching as when standing, Hecky Stone's aura was more than ten meters high.

Bloody traces gathered in front of him and transformed into bloody bats that rushed into the sea.

A few seconds later, a black shadow emerged from the sea.

"Orcs?"

Herky Stone was a little confused. How could an orc come to this island full of undead? Was he not afraid of death? Kargor Krumman was even more shocked than Herky Stone. He had just escaped into the shadow of the sea and ordinary people could not find him. How could this dwarf wrapped in a body bag find him?

And what method did he use just now to force himself out of the shadows? He had been floating on the sea for so long, and the first island he encountered had indigenous people? This was too unlucky.

But the dwarf has never eaten it, and Karl Gol Kruman wants to taste it.

Heki Stone frowned and stared at the orc, then took out the Codex of the Undead and sent a message to Amber.

[I don't like humans: An orc came to your island, what's going on? ]

[Ultraman Tiga: All those who have come to this island are my enemies. If it is just an orc, you can do whatever you want. If you don't want to care about it, let Melina kill him. I don't have time to care about such a small matter now.]

Amber was discussing with Gareth how to package and sell the dragon clan. There was no time to be distracted by such an important matter.

After seeing this reply, Herky Stone couldn't help but curse: "The God of Wealth is really blind if he doesn't accept you as his subordinate god."

Looking up at the orc soaking in the water, Heki Stone suddenly had the idea of ​​loosening his muscles. Although he looked like a weak historian, he was still a legendary vampire.

Hecky Stone could hardly remember the last time he had a real battle. The last time he had been in the Underdark was when he followed his friends from the Mourning Poets Society to bully the weak.

It seems that this orc's ability is completely defeated by mine, so I'll have some fun with him. According to Hecky Stone's experience, the orc's blood tastes better after warming up.

The dwarf vampire floated into the air and hooked his finger at Kargor Kruman.

Kargor Krugman narrowed his eyes. He didn't know the true strength of this dwarf, but Kargor Krugman had his own unique way of judging, which was to judge from the shadow.

The shadow is something that has been with us since birth, and many things can be interpreted from each person's shadow.

Karl Gol Krugman could roughly judge a person's character and experience from his shadow, but the dwarf in front of him... Damn, this man was holding an umbrella, which made it impossible for Karl Gol Krugman to interpret Herky Stone's shadow.

But Karl Gor Krugman didn't know that even if Herky Stone threw away the umbrella, no shadow would appear.

Vampires have no shadows. When exposed to direct sunlight, their bodies will burn violently and only emit light, without any shadows.

Karl Gor Krugman just thought that the umbrella was in the way, but it was not a big problem because he had enough confidence in his own strength.

It's been a while since I've had fresh meat, so let's celebrate returning to land with this dwarf.

Kargor Krugman once again turned into a shadow, disappeared into the sea, and swam quickly towards the shore.

Hecky Stone chuckled. This orc dared to use the same trick a second time. That was underestimating him.

Heki Stone crushed the unfinished blood bottle in his hand, and the blood of the Gisyanki spurted out. However, Heki Stone held the scarlet liquid firmly in his hand, like a tangled red thread.

The blood turned into a long, thin rapier that was twice as long as Hecky Stone.

Herky Stone flew toward the sea, holding an umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other.

As soon as he reached the shore, dozens of dark blades stretched out from the sea and stabbed at Hecky Stone.

The cloak behind Hecky Stone wrapped around his body like a living thing, making the attacks from the shadowy blades ineffective.

When there was a break in these attacks, Herky Stone thrust the scarlet blade into the sea.

Kargor Krugman was hiding in the shadows of the seabed and could have avoided most of the attacks, but he was stabbed by Hecky Stone's sword.

The young orc appeared again, and Heki Stone's blade had pierced his shoulder. The sword was still sucking blood madly, as if it wanted to drain all the blood from Karlgol Kruman's body.

Herky Stone said proudly: "Haha, isn't it too stupid to play your shadow spell in front of a vampire?"

Not every vampire is good at this, but Herky Stone is an exception. Without some skills, the identity of a historian alone is not enough to join the Elegy Poets Society.

In addition to being strong themselves, members of the Mourning Poets Society always have some special qualities, but these special qualities are only a bonus; their own strength is the foundation.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This is a mysterious organization with the lowest entry standard being Legend.

Herky Stone was playing with his prey with great pride, and Karlgol Krugman felt that the blood in his body was gushing out like a river with the floodgates opened.

In just a few seconds, his body became shriveled up, like a skin-and-bones mummy.

Only then did Herky Stone retract his bloody sword and watch Karlgol Kruman sink to the bottom of the sea.

"What a shame. You were originally quite capable, but unfortunately your power was completely restrained by me."

Herky Stone sighed, then turned and flew towards the island.

Just at the moment he turned around, the body of Karlgol Kruman, which had turned into a mummy, turned into an ink-like shadow and dissipated, and two dark sharp blades stabbed out again.

Heki Stone was a little surprised. How could this guy not be dead? This guy was definitely not an ordinary orc. He might have some other bloodline mixed with him.

But it doesn’t matter. Once he’s wrapped in his cloak, these shadow blades can’t hurt him at all.

Just when Herky Stone thought that Karlgore Krugman was just struggling in his death throes, he felt a lightness in his hand and the black umbrella he was holding was cut off.

The sun shone directly on Herky Stone, and immediately bursts of green smoke came out.

Hecky Stone screamed and rushed to the shore, casting a dark spell on himself.

Thick black fog enveloped an area of ​​fifty meters, blocking out the harmful effects of the sun.

The mummy-like Kargol Kruman emerged from the sea and said with a grin, "If you had told me you were a vampire, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you."

The flesh and blood of vampires are poisonous and cannot be eaten!

Karl Gorman has a very simple logic of action. Killing is hunting, and there is no need to waste energy on something that cannot be eaten.

Herky Stone roared angrily: "What's wrong with vampires? What's wrong with vampires?!"

Hundreds of blood-red bats flew out of the darkness and pounced on Kargol Krugman.

Kargor Krugman was straightforward and just lay on the sea, looking like he would never fight back.

This made Hecky Stone stunned. What was going on? What was this orc plotting? Hecky Stone shouted, "What are you doing? Get up and fight me! I will show you how powerful vampires are!"

Karl Gol Krugman said weakly, "I can't fight you. I lost. I thought I could kill you with that blow just now, but it failed. I don't have the strength anymore."

Most of his blood had been sucked away, and the effect of his transformation into a shadow was suppressed by Hecky Stone. Kargor Kruman didn't even have a bottle of alchemical potion for healing, let alone expensive magic equipment.

Now Karl Gol Krugman really has no other choice but to close his eyes and wait for death.

As a hunter, it is normal to die at the hands of prey. If not this vampire, then another prey. When you are too old to wield a weapon anymore, you will naturally die in the mouth of a wild beast.

Karl Gor Krugman had known that this was his fate, but it was a pity that he had not found his family's archenemy. This was his only regret in life.

Kalgor Kruman's calmness surprised Herky Stone. Facing the dying orc, Herky Stone hesitated and said, "Are you seeking death, young orc?"

Karl Gor Krugman used his last bit of strength to say: "Who would want to die? But whether you can live or not is not up to me..."

Excessive blood loss caused Karlgol Kruman's body to spasm, and the severe pain made him grit his teeth: "Give me a quick death... This is the hunter's mercy..."

Herky Stone opened his umbrella again and flew in front of Karl Gor Krugman.

Looking at the mummy-like orc, he leaned over, opened his mouth and bit Kargor Kruman's neck.

(End of this chapter)